Preserving the Past as a Memory
31 Wednesday Aug 2011
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in21 Sunday Aug 2011
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I am a writer and a photographer. Last week I captured the image, below, of an approaching storm, sensing nature’s power and the human inability to contain it. The photo reminded me of a poem I wrote a couple of years ago about “The Angry Word.” The poem, below the photo, contains both feelings and a measure of truth, especially the ending. There are similarities between the unintended consequences of a powerful storm…and an “angry word.”
The Angry Word
It usually starts from someone’s sharp tongue. Perhaps it’s a transgression, self-righteous or just-plain-mean, Whether by intention or callous disregard.
I know, I know…I don’t have to accept it. “Fend it off. Don’t let it in,” some would say. Not so easy, Dr. Dyer.
The prickly seed settles in my brain. Nestling deep, obscured from light, It marinates in my blood.
It nourishes and grows. Invisible to sight, immeasurable in weight, It seethes and hibernates.
Without warning, it disconnects. Gathering force, migrating through darkness, It vibrates and rumbles on.
The angry word is born. Beating its breast, unbridled and bellowing, It leaves my mouth, unable to be restrained.
There’s no capturing it, no retreat. It does its telepathic havoc and then moves on, Leaving the licking of injured remains To the uncertainty of forgiveness and humility.
– WWWyatt
20 Saturday Aug 2011
Posted Photography, The Morning Light, Uncategorized, Writing
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Beauty, Chesapeake Bay, Creativity, Dreams, Freedom, Morning Light, Morning on Leadenham Creek, Silence, Time, Writing
Inspiration begins with the morning light, when colors are newborn, freshly painted from the sky, skipping across the landscape, carefree, before they bake in the life of day.
– The Morning Light, Copyright 2009 by Wilson Wyatt Jr. (Click on image for full size)
Did you hear the first bird wake? The crickets retreat? This is that private time, the silence between sleep and awake.
This is my time…before thought or duty…when the inner spirit is renewed, opening like a flower, knowing not the past or future, sensing only the images before me, freshly cast, still wet with dew, uncluttered, unaffected.
This is that euphoric time, welcoming creativity, a time to write, seek new images, and shape thoughts never dreamed before.
The morning light…such freedom, such beauty.
17 Wednesday Aug 2011
Posted Photography, Uncategorized, Writing, YOSEMITE - CATCHING THE LIGHT
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Catching the Light, Light, Mariposa Grove, Nature, Sequoia, Time, Trees, Yosemite, Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Valley
Each to their own time. As we are born, and die, and our parts rejoin the earth…a fallen sequoia rests in the forest unaffected, for generations …affording a humble view of our own mortality.
– Photo from YOSEMITE-CATCHING THE LIGHT, Copyright 2011 by Wilson Wyatt Jr. (Click on image for full size)
This image presented unique photographic challenges. I wanted to capture the “feeling” I had in the Mariposa Grove of sequoias, in a cold June rain, as a small being among these giants that have endured three generations of “guests” in the forest. So, Time was one quality to capture. Lighting was another issue. How does a photographer render the many shades of “black” in the tangled ancient roots from this tree…a root ball almost three stories tall…while capturing the array of greens from the moss and surrounding forest, without the image being “blown out” by the sky? I also wanted the image to portray the dimension of size, comparing this mammoth to its surroundings, like the old, broken trail fence and the new growth of young trees. So often, nature is impossible to replicate. A photographer can only do his best.
This fallen tree will remain here, unchanged, long after I depart this earth…but I had the opportunity to witness it in my lifetime.
16 Tuesday Aug 2011
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in06 Saturday Aug 2011
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Beauty, Behavior, Boundaries, Chesapeake Bay, Creative Spirit, Creativity, Discovery, Feelings, Freedom, Images, Knowledge, Limitations, Photography, Sunrise, Words, Writing
Writing and photography are bridges transcending human boundaries. Some people would attach rules to them, but once seen or read, beauty is uncontainable. It is unleashed. Each of us has that freedom, within our minds, to touch our creative spirit. Words and images allow us to connect as people, to share expression and understand feelings of fear, loss, love, and happiness, regardless of where we live or who we are. The power is within us.
We limit ourselves with boundaries. They can be our homes, our towns, our countries…perhaps the color of our skin, our gender or age, our beliefs or language. It’s a natural behavior. All animals have it. Yet, we have choices as human beings. We posture ourselves as superior forms of life on Earth, striving to better ourselves…searching for peace, yet starting wars…building great buildings, then tearing them down…writing laws to protect us from each other…talking about purity, then polluting the air, water and soil…seeking truth, but not recognizing the truths around us…holding ourselves better than others, while suffering the same weaknesses. Recognizing how we aspire to improve, it’s mysterious why we conjure so many boundaries, preventing discovery and creativity, limiting our horizons. Is it knowledge we fear? Perhaps it is fear, itself, that guides so many…the fear of what we don’t know.
This site is meant to explore creativity beyond boundaries, through words and images, while seeking understanding and connections with everyone. Welcome.